Don't know whats worst me sharding on her a bit or her believing me when i told her she did it...
I'm gonna sleep with her just to prove to my roomate that shes a slut and he's wasting his time
I traded my shirt for vodka. I wonder if my parents can pinpoint where they went wrong raising me.
I miss the smell of you or some shit.
Lost my credit card. M has a bottle of blood in her pocket from a hobo.
I just sneezed and it made my entire body ache. Hungover is an understatement
I don't remember but we shouldn't have a problem. Unless drunk you encouraged drunk me not to wear a condom.
I think we have a problem.
Well she got high, deleted the essay she was working on, and then ordered dominos. We all manage stress in different ways.
the bad thing about being great at twerking is that I'm powerless to stop myself from doing it when I'm drunk and in public.
He watches the nature channel every time I am here. It's like a manipulation technique because baby zebras will get me every time.
I knew he was a classy dude because when I told him my name was Jen he said "Gin? Like Gin & Juice?"
I'm committing myself to dance. Also, I'm unsure if you said space party sounded lame because dude was old, but I hope you're over it because I love space, and I love David Bowie and I love to dance, and you need to embrace this with me.
What am I doing? I'm usually only attracted to horrible people.
I purposely left my thong and accidentally left my ethics book, hairspray and most of my dignity.
he said he's going to burn things and pack his stuff. he may leave tomorrow supposedly but i doubt it
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